He's untouchable.

A masterpiece.

A work of pure perfection in her eyes.

He can do no wrong –

When wrong is all he is doing.

He doesn't know that this wrong –

Although, maybe…

He does.

He is beautiful. Strong.

Powerful.

He looks like his mother –

Light brown hair,

Blue eyes.

He smiles at her –

His smile lights the room.

He is everything

That she ever wanted him

To be.

He could learn

A thing or two

From her.

He doesn't need anyone

To catch him when he falls.

He wasn't planned,

But he was perfect.

He's immortal –

Forever alive…

He's a hero,

A lover, a prince,

Everything

A kid

Outta be.

He is your today,

Your yesterday,

Your tomorrow.

He is the now,

He is the never.

He is free.

He is alive…

He is ubiquitous –

Yet he's gone for good.

He is there.

He's not here.

…

She's faded.

A nonentity.

Something in the background in his eyes.

No one notices if she does wrong –

Or if all she does is right.

She doesn't know what to feel about this.

Although, maybe…

She does.

She is ordinary. Commonplace.

Powerless.

She looks like her father –

Wild brown hair,

Brown eyes.

She smiles at him –

Her smiles go unnoticed once again.

She screams.

No one hears.

She is angry…no.

She is never angry.

She wants.

She wishes.

She waits.

She knows her day will come.

She could learn

A thing or two

From him.

She needs that boy

To catch her when she falls.

She is the plan,

That didn't turn out so perfect.

She'd fly far away from here…

Please look closely and find her before…

She fades away.

She is your past,

Your present,

Your future.

She is invisible...

Yet here she is, clear as the day.

She is here.

She's not there.